So it's been a constant monotony of work-sleep-work-sleep, plus the occasional gathering with friends that are responsible for reviving my sanity. It's a good thing that work is quite fun as well, so I'm quite happy there, apart from one or two colleagues who I fantasise about throttling sometimes. But I realise that no matter where you work, there's always going to be someone who you'd like to punch in the face if you could get away with it. So I'm already very happy that this workplace has the least amount of punchy-people so far.
I've already given up on school. Or rather, I tell myself that, but deep down I'm secretly worried and wondering if there's time to scramble to action in the eleventh hour. I'm quite sure that when the exam date approaches, I would have kicked my own ass and started studying like hell. Crossing my fingers.
Today, some of my colleagues asked me who Edie Sedgwick was (because a customer asked whether we have her biography.) And I was like, "Um...well, she was this kinda muse to Bob Dylan and Andy Warhol...um...". Blank looks. Then I hit upon, "OH! She was like the 60s version of Paris Hilton!" and everyone was like, "OOHHHH!" It may not be 100% accurate, because Paris is certainly no muse, not even to artistic Gacy-type serial killers, but she was a heiress, socialite and "artist" just like Edie. So there.
I seriously need to trim down the hours of sleep I need. My body seems to be not happy with anything below 8 and when it's given complete autonomy, it wants to sleep beyond 12. So I don't know anymore. Grrr. Anyone have any ideas on how to stop being a sleep zombie?
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